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Oliver hated buses. (He also hated boats, though that's a whole other story) But, he promised he would meet Thea at Tablesalt at 6 and he gave Digg the weekend off to visit Carly, he had crashed his motorcycle (and not just as a cover this time) and no matter how hard he tried not one taxi would stop for him, being a Queen in Starling city was a heck a lot more difficult than it used to be. So the bus it was.
Right as he got on, his enthusiasm went from 0 down, really quick. It smelled weird, there was at least 3 people hung over, one whom he recognized from his night time job (hint:it wasn't from Verdant), and 11 admittedly normal looking people. While Oliver had dropped out of 4 colleges, it wouldn't take a genius to tell that all of them recognized and hated Oliver.
That's what you get when your mother helps a sociopath attempt to demolish the city. In Moira's defense, she did try to warn people of their impending doom, even if a bit too late.
The Queen scion chose a seat in the back, one miraculously still empty and prepared for a long trip.
Oliver was 9 stops away from Tablesalt when a new person got on in a hurry, she looked exhausted yet undeniably adorable with blonde hair askew in a loose ponytail and glasses perched haphazardly on the edge of her nose. The ex-playboy noticed her heavy breathing and flawless fuchsia lipstick when he realized, she seemed way too familiar.
Making her way to the back of the bus she came to a stop right next to him. Oh no, did he sleep with her?!
"Hi," she panted,"so can I sit here, next to you because all the other seats are taken. Well there is the guy with the Mike Tyson tattoo but he seems REALLY hungover and definitely regretting it, so that's a no."
Then it hit him. This was that girl he saw the night he broke into Queen Consolidated, who called him cute and babbled to herself.
A smile broke across his face.
The first person he saw as a person.
"Yeah, of course." He replied swiftly, scooting over.
She sighed dramatically as she collapsed next to him.
"Long day?"
"You have no idea." She muttered as as she fixed her glasses. It was then he noticed her shoes. Bright pink, with pandas in them.
Who was this girl?!?
Oliver had been looking out the window for no longer than five minute when he heard the girl murmuring softly. He turned and smiled when he realized she'd fallen asleep.
Her head was leaned back on the headrest with her neck bent oddly at the side. Oliver winced, that would not feel good in the morning.
The bus was 3 stops away from his meeting point when she started sleep talking again (even in her sleep, she babbled!) but this time her head lolled to the side and rested on his shoulder.
The castaway froze, and felt his entire body tense. He began to shift his shoulder to the side, but that only made her bury her head deeper into his shoulder.
The billionaire looked over with wide eyes and found himself relaxing as he watched her. She had seemed so tired and in a hurry, but now she seemed content and peaceful, it wouldn't hurt to let her sleep a bit longer. Would it?